Carter arrived in Cuba this morning. Castro used to call him “Peanut Man.” I think that’s funny.

I don’t believe former Presidents should act as diplomats. Outside of office they can’t really represent any interest other than their own. It’s one thing to attend the Christmas party at the Mexican embassy, another all together to go some place like Cuba for the purposes of “dialogue.” CARTER: It really hurt my feelings when you used to call me “Peanut Man.” CASTRO: Lo siento mucho. ¿Qué si

“Bless me father for I have sinned. It’s been 13 minutes since my last confession. I did the penance you gave me in front of the Blessed Sacrament and got in my car to drive home. I was waiting patiently to make a right hand turn, and one of God’s children pulled up on my left and cut me off to make the right hand turn before me. Without thinking I cursed at his bright purple car, then the side of his head, then when he looked at

Has anyone seen my golden calf? I was reading Karl Keating’s “The Usual Suspects” and came upon some wisdom. He says he asks the audiences of his talks what was wrong with the Jew melting down their jewelry to make a golden calf? His answer: nothing. It was worshipping the golden calf as a false god that was the problem. So what have I melted down lately? What are my golden calves? What’s in between me and God? What’s replacing God in my life? Too

Where’s my cheese grater? I am speechless about this article regarding a U.N.-financed sex education manual used in South America from the Washington Times, a newspaper I can usually read without having a conniption. Apparently the US Agency for International Development (USAID) has funded production of the manual in El Salvador with “very graphic pictures.” 10 year-olds are seeing this.

The UNICEF-funded manual from Mexico, whose title translated into English is “Theoretic Elements for Working With Mothers and Pregnant Teens,” suggests: “Situations in which you can obtain